I come to Larry's shop for two things: to see my car... and maybe argue with Wyatt, heh. Normal. That's me. But today... today was weird. I walked in as usual, humming something, twisting the keys, ready to see how my Twinduction was going. And boom... someone new.

I don't know who left her here. She's not a member of the team. She's not from the neighborhood. And she's definitely not one of those people who just looks and doesn't touch. No, this girl was up to her elbows in tools and parts.

And of course... the first thing I thought was: "Great. Another mess I'm going to have to fix. Who is this girl?".

I stared for a while. Because —hey— whatever she was doing... She was doing it right. As if her been breathing the smell of motor oil for years. And I couldn't stay quiet, obviously.

— "Do you always invade other people's workshops, or are you just lucky today?"

I asked, with that half-smile of mine I always use when I want to seem cooler, even though I'm not that cool, oops.